The private study of the Grayson estate smelled heavily of expensive cigars, stale whiskey, and panic."He’s just one man!" Garrett Grayson roared, slamming his fist onto the heavy oak table. The mahogany surface rattled, splashing amber liquid over a stack of red-stamped foreclosure warnings. His face was flushed a violent crimson, the prestigious aura he usually carried completely shattered. "I don't care if he is the supreme heir of the capital Vance family! This is our province! Our family has controlled the shipping docks and local supply lines for three generations. He cannot just erase us with a stroke of a pen!"Sitting across from him, the Grayson family elder council remained dead silent. Unlike Garrett, their faces were pale, their eyes filled with a deep, existential dread."Garrett, you don't understand the sheer scale of what happened yesterday," an elder replied, his voice trembling. "Ethan Vance didn't just suspend our regional clearances. He completely rewrote the loc